Our Christmas Story

Here we do the opening presents on Christmas Eve. Basically it goes as follows– A nice dinner with large family and then opening presents and then ice cream for everyone. It ends up with a CRAP LOAD of prezzies under the tree. The next day, Christmas day, is a dinner with immediate family only (in my case me, the two ASD kiddos, my brothers and sis in law). Then on the 26th, which we call the second Xmas, is more dinner, not really formal but many choose to have it formal. Anyway, so it sounds simple enough I guess. But when you throw ASD in the mix it becomes rather complicated.
So our Xmas dinner went okay I guess. Me and the kids went to my brother’s house for dinner. The kids watched as members of our family and my sis in laws family showed up dropping presents under the tree and their excitement grew. The ONLY thing they care about is the presents. As with most kids. Tunnel vision with these two. The entire dinner my boy was anxious to open the gifts, and asked about it every few minutes. My three year old refused to eat, she ran from chair to chair hanging off the back.. tried to climb in her brothers lap and a fight ensued. I kept having to drag her off the chairs and putting her on the couch, why bother trying to get her to eat once she has made up her mind, it wasnt going to happen. So I gave her my phone to watch videos, which I had to get up every couple of minutes to change it because she wasnt happy with whatever she was watching. I still managed to over eat, not even sure how, since I barely sat at the table haha. So then the kids had to wait, omg the dreaded wait, for everyone to finish dinner before opening gifts. I made it a point to not make them have any expectations as to what they were going to receive this year… As you know with these kids it is rather hard to please them sometimes haha. When it came time to open gifts they were made to sit patiently (or something like that) on the couch as one gift was handed to them to open, then they had to watch others open some, and then back to them. My girl was so excited she kept trying to open everyone’s presents. I think for her just opening stuff was fun. Even when she received clothes she was so happy to get them she wanted to try them all on. My son’s favorite was the toy car that made noise that I got for him. My girl got two baby dolls and a bunch of stuffed animals and clothes. I learned a long time ago that a nice trick is to separate even outfits and wrap separately to have them have more things to open so we can drag it on a bit while others open theirs as well. I got some pretty cool gifts, hand made things from the kids, pajamas that say  NEED COFFEE NOW, two books, a gift card to use anywhere, another gift card for free eyebrow magic, lol, and my younger brother got me a gag gift of stress balls shaped like testicles. Perfect holiday.
This Xmas has been the best so far. I attribute that to the fact that I have learned, over time, ways to get passed the pesky things like what may seem like ungratefulness from the kids. Because I know it actually isn’t ungratefulness, it is rather that they expected things to be a certain way and they weren’t, which can easily ruin it for an ASD person. My expectations remained rather low, so everything was a pleasant surprise. Yes there were meltdowns, yes there was fighting and noise and these kids tested my patience throughout the entire evening. But that is the life w/ Autism, things are always like that. I knew it would happen so I never let it ruin the holidays. Since Im ASD I did what I could to remain as stress free as possible, I avoided trying to go for all the stuff that most people expect. I did not go “all out” when it came to the tree or decorations due to having the Destructo Beast around. No big deal. I kept the presents out of their sight until the day of opening them (which made a big difference). I made it a point to explain to the older ASD kiddo exactly what order everything would happen in. I never took anything personally when their reactions weren’t super happy… and neither did any of the rest of the family. We were all just happy to be there, happy to have each other, the kids were happy enough with their toys . I say this was an excellent Xmas.

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To Those Who Don’t Have Autistic Kids….

I am so TIRED. Exhausted, yes, but I’m also tired of hearing certain things from people. Why others feel the need to comment on situations they know nothing about, I don’t know.  In many cases I expect they are trying to be helpful, but at this point I don’t know how long I can manage that fake smile and “yea…” when someone says something a long the lines of “well all kids do that..” or “He/she doesn’t look Autistic,” or “I think it’s just a phase..” or my all time favorite “give him to me for a week, I’ll set him straight.” That one in particular is neither helpful or well meant. If someone says that they are automatically labeled an asshole in my book and not worth my time. It is an insult, plain and simple.

Let me let you in on a little secret, parents of kids without special needs, when we mention our kids “issues” it is not comparable to your situation. And that may sound petty or mean, but it is the truth.  While your child might run around when excited, or throw a tantrum when upset, yours will tire out at some point and the tantrums probably stop at a reasonable moment.  Special needs, namely, Autism parents may not know what that is like.  Sure, our kids are just like yours in many ways, albeit behind in some ways, and just as bright. But our kids also have sensory issues, speech delays, MELTDOWNS oh my god the meltdowns.. among other things. They have their tantrums too, be sure of it. But I can guarantee you that you have no idea what a meltdown really is if you don’t have a child on the Autism Spectrum.  More often than not, kiddos on the spectrum come as a package deal, by package deal I mean not only Autism but an alphabet soup of other conditions. For example, my ten year old is ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) and Severe Anxiety. And I’d wager that most Autism parents have a kiddo with at least two, if not more, conditions.

Not only are the kiddos drowning in this alphabet soup, but they are also having to go to therapies, get treatments, more testing and more therapies and more testing throughout their entire existence. The parents of these kids are exhausted and barely standing on their own two feet at any given moment (so if they show you any sort of patience be counted as lucky, because most of the time our patience is used up on our kids, none left for you). They are scared. They are worried about what may happen to their kids if anything should ever happen to them. They cry when they think no one can hear them because they don’t know if their children will grow up to be functional adults. Functional not only in society but also with the simple tasks like dressing themselves, personal hygiene, keeping their house clean or even maybe one day have kids of their own, to name a few. These are every day fears for the Autism parent. Every. Single. Day.

But on the opposite side of that coin, milestones. The most amazing things. When a child on the spectrum reaches a milestone, learns a certain behavior or can sit through a hair cut or starts talking after years of silence, or eats anything other than the one food they’ve only eaten for friggin ever. No milestone is small, they are ALL big achievements. Things that you take for granted with your kids, an Autism parent loses their mind with joy when their child can suddenly start using the potty, put their clothes on, brush their teeth by themselves… stuff like that.  It is a constant battle with these amazing little kids, but when all the work finally pays off the reward is so awesome that I’m willing to bet some (if not all) parents will burst with tears of joy.

When parents who have no idea make the comments that you just shouldn’t say to an Autism parent, I try to remind myself that they mean well and they really think that is the right thing to say (most of the time). I would like to address a few of those comments, because I have heard them recently.

“All kids do that…” I’m willing to bet that this one is meant as a way to console someone who is talking about their child on the spectrum. But it has the opposite affect, it downplays the importance of a symptom of Autism.. When you say it you might as well add, “so it isn’t as important as you think it is,” or “it’s not a big deal, you are focusing too much on that one thing..” But I can tell you from experience, we don’t dream this shit up. The scenario most others are probably thinking of is something their kid does, which is normal behavior to them… because it goes away. But whatever you think the similarities are, an autism parent isn’t talking about what you consider to be hyper, or a tantrum, or picky eating… with us it is to the extreme. To the point that a meltdown usually occurs if the child becomes over stimulated by these things. Take what your kids do, any quirk or “bad behavior” and multiply it by a hundred, and you might have some idea.

“It’s just a phase,” or “They’ll grow out of it.” No, no they wont. Autism never goes away and it is certainly not a phase. These Autistic kids will one day be Autistic adults. Whatever obstacles a child on the spectrum faces, it reaches well into adulthood. Sensory issues for example, remain, they don’t go away. As adults they may handle a situation better from years of practice, but they deal with these struggles every day for the rest of their lives.

“You should discipline your child, they are spoiled.” Usually this is said as a result of witnessing a meltdown. A meltdown is something a child cannot control, it is a physical reaction to over stimulation. It is not the same thing as a tantrum, which is a child wanting a certain thing or reaction out of the parent. During a meltdown the child wont respond to anything, usually, at least not in a positive way. A tantrum can be stopped by giving them what they want or discipline, a meltdown cannot. An autism parent does discipline their child, they have at least tried every single form of discipline once. With some asd kids, discipline has no affect, and only positive reinforcement does. It depends on the child, really. But telling an Autism parent they are spoiling their kids shows you have no idea what they are dealing with. Absolutely no idea. Often times a child on the spectrum does receive a lot of leniency on a lot of things that other parents wouldn’t afford their kids. Again, this is a pick your battles situation. For example, a parent may decide to let their kid jump on the bed because that particular child has a thing about bouncing, probably it’s a stim (repetitive movement that helps regulate stress; flapping hands, spinning, bouncing, chewing, etc.).

“He/she doesn’t look Autistic.” Or some other form of it which includes “but he/she looks normal.”  I think in many special needs houses “normal” can be a dirty word. It is offensive. Just think about it. But to the former, of course the child doesn’t look Autistic… Autism doesn’t have any distinguishable physical trait. Most of the time you cannot tell someone is Autistic unless they tell you they are. Many have learned behaviors or ways to hide their quirks from others to help them in social situations. Unless you spend a lot of time with someone you wouldn’t notice it.

“Give him/her to me for a week, I’ll straighten them out.” I don’t consider this one to have any well meaning behind it. It is basically you saying you are a better parent than I am. And all I can think is that you would be abusing my kid. It then makes my idea of you become something less than nice. This is an ignorant statement, to say the least, and once said, it cannot be taken back. It is offensive and just shouldn’t be said. This is you basically acting better than me. Shut up.

Autism is not caused by bad parenting. It is also not a “designer diagnosis” and neither is ADHD for that matter. Trust me when I say that getting a diagnosis is not easy. There is testing and talking to a ton of different doctors and shrinks. Then starts the therapy and treatments and meetings upon meetings. The crap we deal with from the schools they attend is enough to make you pull your hair out. These kids are not bad. They are not spoiled. They are not broken.

And for the love of all things holy, do NOT apologize when you are told that they have a child with Autism. Autism is not a disease. It is not something we want you to feel sorry for. People with ASD are just that, people.  If someone tells you they have autism or their child does, they are not doing so to gain your sympathy, they are doing so to explain to you why they are behaving in a certain manner. When someone tells you “My child is Autistic,” or “I’m Autistic,” don’t respond with “Oh I’m sorry,” the better response would be acknowledgement and acceptance. If you have questions, reasonable ones, then ask. If you aren’t sure what it means to have autism, ask. Anyone who has Autism in their life is more than willing to explain it to you.

Personally, I love to talk about it. I like explaining it to people. I think that the more people know the better the world will be. Acceptance is key. That is all anyone with Autism really wants, to be accepted by those around them and treated like a person. Yes, it is difficult, but you can help by being understanding. It lightens the load a little bit to have someone to talk to.

An Autism parent doesn’t need your advice. We get enough advice from the schools and the doctors and the therapists. If you want to help, help by being there as a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen, help by being a friend. Help by understanding.

Side note: It took me four hours to write this. I had to leave the computer many times to attend to the kiddos. And then at one point I hit the wrong button and lost all my work, which almost resulted in a freak out, then I found it again, phew.

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ASD Sibling Rivalry

Holy cow, you guys, it’s been four friggin months since my last post.

I have found it hard to get any real time to write with the kiddos being out of school, recently, but before that? Well, before that we had a ton of new things to file for… disability and other things. So I have managed to put those things on the top of the priority list, and once completed I simply retreated into my own little world of … well… being an Autism mom.  Those of you who have kids on the spectrum know that it can easily take up every ounce of your time.  Once you think you have them finally happy with something, another thing becomes an issue.  For example: I turned on my daughter’s cartoon (the one she has watched a million and one times) and thought it would, at the very least, distract her for a little while, but within moments of walking away she yelled for me to fix her shirt, it fit funny, then I walked away and moments later she wanted yogurt… then I walked away again and she yells that she made a mess, or wants cereal in the yogurt, or a new spoon or or or…

It becomes the norm, doesn’t it? Getting pulled in every which way, you want to go to the left but the kid wants to go to the right… constantly fighting for control of any given situation.

With my ten year old, things are pretty steady. He wants to play Minecraft or watch Youtube videos. Sometimes I suggest going outside… he says no, then I say “Boy, put on some clothes and go outside for a minute, would ya?” Because he likes to stay in his undies all day… of course.  And he whines but he does it eventually.. Then he comes in a few minutes later and says it was boring and is right back on the computer.

With my three year old, things are a bit more chaotic.  She isn’t diagnosed, yet, we are waiting on her eval which should be around January or so.  But she definitely shows the signs. Albeit she is more social than her brother, but then again girls kind of are. It seems, or so I hear from others, that the girls on the spectrum tend to mimic more easily and learn to socialize a bit better… but you can still see the signs if you know what you are looking for.  My girl is headstrong and sometimes mean.  She is finally starting to use more than one word at a time (speech delays that are finally getting better), two or three so far in a sentence, so that is a plus. But, she seems to be more sensory sensitive which leads to, more often than not, violent outbursts.  You can’t look at her without her losing her shit, basically, at certain times. Or touch her, or hold her, or talk to her. She has to come to you, otherwise don’t even bother. She is also a destructo beast. She runs throughout the house tearing things down from the tables, empties anything that can be emptied, and she likes to pour any liquid out and play in it for a while (perhaps she is sensory seeking?) until she is done and then yells at me because she is not happy with the mess she made.  She changes her mind like crazy, but once she is doing something she does want to do, it is hard to get her to stop that and start something else.  Also she doesn’t seem to have any real sense of danger… she climbs, jumps, runs and falls and then does it all over again. When she does hurt herself she brushes it off quickly and moves on, so she seems to also have a high tolerance for pain.

Those two together is insane. Her brother is not only ASD but also ADHD so he can run and run, which in turn gets his sister hyped up and she runs a long with him.  Then she gets mad at some point and they start fighting. She hurts him usually… he seems to be sensitive in that way, barely touching him is painful,and the end of the world, of course. And she is a bit of a deviant, I think she finds his reactions funny. I am pretty sure she doesn’t understand that he has feelings too. So basically every single day I have to tear them apart at some point, usually several times.  Right now as I type this, I can hear her yelling and it sounds like, for the first time today, he is actually trying to calm the situation rather than fight with her, so there is hope for this family yet. lol.

I’m trying to work out how to handle these two together. It doesnt seem to make much of a difference to explain it to her yet, she just brushes me off. Right now it is what she wants and it doesn’t seem she can be reasoned with. She is only three years old after all. So it lies on me and her brother to handle these things accordingly.  Disciplining the three year old is difficult. At least with the boy I can take away an electronic and explain why it’s happening… the girl, however, I think she only feels persecuted if I do try to discipline her. I have managed, at one point, to get her to listen by turning off her cartoon or threatening a nap…  she has listened to that, even if it is only for a few moments. But I can’t keep threatening things that I wont follow through on. So today, I actually did it, I turned off her cartoon, which she likes to have playing all the time while she plays, even if she isnt watching it. (I cant say anything bad about that, I do the same with my shows…) She threw her little fit, was not receiving a word I relayed, but when she wore herself out I managed to get her to understand that it will come back on when she settles down, and it friggin WORKED! Yes. Now, maybe I can work up to different punishments, because now I think I have started to get her to finally listen, if only for a moment. She isnt fully verbal so communication can be difficult between us.  I am not one of those moms who knows what every little sound means. I don’t know how these mom’s manage to decipher such things, but I certainly can’t. Every time I thought I had it figured out turned out I was wrong. so most of the time it’s confusion in this house, but day by day it is becoming a tiny bit better. Just gotta keep at it.

So, that is how my life is going. If I find anything that works with my *possibly* ASD and even maybe ODD little girl, I will definitely write about it.

And since Ive actually paid for the premium blog options, Id better keep writing or Im wasting my money. Expect more to come!

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FINALLY, An Official Dx For The Lil Man

So this week has been pretty busy.  The lil man had his evals all week. Instead of one long stressful day of tests and docs, it was broken down into three days for the boy. For that, I am so grateful.  Not only is it easier on the kiddo but it’s way easier on me too. The fourth day was basically just me and the therapist discussing the kiddo. And the fifth day we met for the final meeting explaining the Dx. Honestly, I was expecting them to tell me he was HF Autistic with Adhd. But turns out he has Classic Autism (which I think is moderate to mild) and adhd and severe anxiety. The anxiety is what worries me the most. I’ll get into that in a bit.

So in about a week or so, I go back to talk to therapists and the school (all together which is awesome, the schools are very involved here).  We will then draw up a plan best suited for the boy.  When it comes to learning, his ADHD seems to be what hinders him the most.  He has trouble concentrating and staying on task, easily distracted and incredibly hyper, and then the anxiety doesn’t help.  He has a problem with switching from one thing to another also, and his anxiety only adds more issues to that.  He doesnt want to try new things for fear of messing them up, he doesnt seem to have the confidence he needs. He is very capable of learning, very bright, and very well spoken.  His cognitive abilities are not at their best, though, due to what I stated earlier.

In my opinion, the worst problem is the anxiety.  Every night before bed he gets very scared of just about everything.  He refuses to sleep alone and nothing with a face can be in sight (dolls, etc).  The light has to be on, always.  So tonight we are going to try to change a little bit, but not too much.  We shall see how he does with me in the living room while he goes to bed. He can have the light on and the door open… and I am hoping that will be enough.  Every now and then his mind wanders to scary things ranging anywhere from worrying about my death to a scary video he may have watched on Youtube.  I swear I wanna snap the neck of anyone who posts Five Nights At Freddy’s on the internet.  The boy will watch that at a friends house and then later that night he freaks out because of it. With a mind like his, watching something like that is not a good idea.  He also has night terrors. And nightmares.  He talks in his sleep. He sleep walks. All these are hurdles, making it very complicated at bed time.  This anxiety is fairly new.  Well… at least I remember a time when he wasn’t so anxious. Although Im thinking it might have been farther in the past than I realize.  He has always been kinda scared at night, as any child could be, but lately, especially this year, it has evolved and taken on a life of its own. It is a tremendous problem for all of us.

A few months back I had a panic attack, seemingly for no reason.  Which I guess is kinda how it happens anyway, you think you are dying, heart races, feel like you are going to pass out, shaky, DOOM feeling, and holy hell it is one of the worst things Ive ever experienced. This happened in the middle of the night and the boy was fast asleep.  A few days later, he then also had a panic attack before bed.  And it made me wonder if maybe he was awake for it… but I am pretty sure he wasn’t.  Anyhoo, around then is when I realized how bad his anxiety was.  It was building to that, I suppose. He was slowly becoming more scared at night etc. I guess I just didnt catch onto that until he had his panic attack. He was shaking like crazy, heart racing, he said he felt dizzy and I talked him down and got him to bed.  Ever since then, Ive paid close attention to it and kept a mental note of it all. I then relayed any and every thing I could remember to the docs at the apt.

So after a busy week of apts, we finally have the Dx, and can now move forward with therapies. He is going to a shrink to take a deeper look into his anxiety to see what the best approach will be for that.  And then also the ADHD might need some work also.  It seems at this point the Autism is just underlying everything else. And as of now, his signs or symptoms are not even an issue when compared to the Anxiety and Adhd.

I want to close this off with a quote, my boy said this to me after one appointment.  “Why do people call Autism a disease? I don’t feel sick, or diseased, I am just me. I wouldn’t get rid of my Autism even if I could, it is me. The only thing I don’t like is how Im scared a lot, that is a pain. But I LOVE my autism.”  He is nearly ten years old. And very wise.

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It’s April 2nd. Autism Acceptance Day. So this is what I have to say about Autism.

I go on posting sprees on my Facebook sometimes.  And I assume it annoys many.  I expect that I have been hidden from a lot of peoples news feeds due to my usually controversial posts.  Today, it’s post after post about Autism.  I don’t know how many of my friends even know what it is, or know enough about it to really understand it.  My posts are public, mostly, and therefore I am hoping that whatever I find on Autism isn’t just seen by friends but their friends and they share and so on.  Usually I keep the Autism chatter to support groups.  Both of my kids are ASD.  Or, rather, to put it more accurately, my son is ASD ADHD at nearly ten years old and my daughter is undergoing testing now at three years old.  This month my boy is going for evals to see how he is doing, I am having to fill out a crap load of questions yet again.  Basically it’s like going to get tested all over again since we are in another country.  But I digress.  I wanted to write something about Autism in general today, being that today is about Autism Acceptance.

Acceptance is a better word than Awareness in my book.  Awareness makes me think of illnesses or simply knowing something exists.  Autism needs more than people to know it’s there, it needs more than tolerance, it NEEDS to be accepted by everyone.  Everyone.  It needs to be understood.  And that is a very difficult thing, considering that Autism is a spectrum, and every individual that resides on said spectrum is different from everyone else on the spectrum.  Sure, there are similarities, but a treatment or therapy that works for one wont work for them all, and so it is very complicated.

Understanding within the Autism Community is also needed.

Even trying to put it to words for others to understand can be difficult. I mean, how do you really explain it to someone who has no idea what it is like?  And therein lies the divide between those with Autism in their lives and those without.  When you deal with it on a daily basis, this mentality of ‘you just don’t get it’ tends to rear its ugly head.  There is even a divide among those in the autism community, parents with asd kiddos versus adults on the spectrum (who may or may not be parents), which is especially unsettling. I see the arguments arise online all the time. I notice that parents who are not on the spectrum tend to ignore the fact that their child with ASD will one day be an adult on the spectrum and they ignore any advice from asd adults (And yes, I know that not ALL parents are like that). It is that mentality that every parent seems to have (at one time or another) that no one else understands.  And I do get that, I was there at some point.  I felt very alone when my boy was diagnosed, because no one I knew was experiencing anything remotely similar.  But we are NOT alone.  So many other parents are dealing with this, in one form or another, so we as parents need to shed that view point that we are alone in this.  We need to realize that there are so many others out there that DO understand, so many in similar situations.  And we need to be supporting of one another, parents and asd adults, alike.

Children with Autism will grow up to be Adults with Autism

In some cases, signs or symptoms of Autism may lessen as a child gets older, but it isn’t always the case. In my case I am better with certain things, albeit mostly faking it for the comfort of others, but I still struggle with so much that I dealt with as a child. The only real difference in my life now is that I understand WHY I have those issues.  And I suspect this is the case with many adults on the spectrum.  During conversations online I get a lot of “well you seem very high functioning, you are lucky,”  like my life is so easy.  I can write, sure, but communication face to face is completely different. I revert to scripted speech.  I repeat things back to people as if on automatic at times.  I am not that eloquent in real life.  I have to rehearse what Im going to say at any given time in my head first before I open my mouth, otherwise I just stare back at the person without saying a thing and then holy crap… awkward for them.  When asked questions, I need a moment to think about my response, if I respond too quickly my words might jumble, or I might say something completely different than what I mean to because it was something I saved in my memory bank for another conversation.  Misunderstandings happen a lot.  I ask those parents of ASD kiddos to maybe think about that for a bit.  What I just explained is a mere fraction of what we on the spectrum have to deal with on the daily.  A lot of us, adults on the spectrum, like to point these things out to parents, and maybe try to get the parents to see it from the kid’s point of view. It is often misconstrued, and things usually are when we communicate something rather bluntly or worded differently than others are used to.  Many of the misunderstandings with in that community are simply because of the way we communicate. In my experience, many asd adults are argumentative anyway, so therein lies a hurdle to jump as well. Often times we are thought to be trying to one up you, or just arguing for the sake of arguing, or over explaining things (holy cow I don’t realize I’m doing it most of the time) but it is not the case. We try to connect by pointing things out in our own lives, as a way of saying “yes I understand that because..”  But it always turns out to be a retort something along the lines of “well I’m the parent so I know what it is, you don’t even know us,” etc.

Some things that piss me off (for lack of any better way to say it)

Ive always wondered why it is considered okay to tell an adult on the spectrum to grow up or that they are being immature. Why is it that adults are told that melt downs are not okay, that it is childish and that now that they are grown it is time to behave like an adult.. knowing that your child has those same meltdowns and same issues, would you tell that child to stop being so immature? Why is it okay for a child and yet when that child grows up, same exact issues as when they were younger, are suddenly expected to behave differently?  Why is that “he/she’s just a child” an acceptable justification for behavior that affect so many of different ages? Why are people only considering the children in all this? WHY the hell are people creating this divide between kids and adults on the spectrum? Exactly WHEN do you expect your child to suddenly be “normal”?  Are they supposed to wake up at age 18 and decide not to be autistic anymore? Apparently, we adults on the spectrum are supposed to be able to stop a melt down, mid sensory overload, or whatever other reason our melt down is about to occur. We are supposed to be able to stop it completely and then be POLITE and APOLOGIZE to those around us, rather than explain our Autism. Because explaining our Autism is us using our Autism as an excuse to behave like children. The way our brains work, are wired, wont automatically revert to typical at age 18.  It just doesn’t happen.  There is absolutely no way to cure Autism, all the therapies in the world wont turn a neuro diverse individual into a neurotypical.  It just doesn’t work that way. Some things might get easier to handle, but in my view it is simply for the sake of others. Even though someone might be able to socialize better, I can probably guarantee you that those same issues are still underneath the surface, and that individual has learned how to divert certain behaviors… and then they go home and stim their butts off to avert a meltdown… or something like it. Or maybe fall asleep from exhaustion of seeming to be normal for everyone else when they’d rather just be themselves.  This is why acceptance is so important. Autistic people should be able to be themselves without having to apologize for something they CANNOT control. Oh, we can hide a lot of things, those of us that are higher on the spectrum, but it doesn’t mean that anything is easier.  And you can bet your bottom that I wont be thinking of how to behave to make others feel better when Im having sensory issues. If the lights are hurting my eyes, the sounds hurt my ears, I’m getting a migraine because of it, the last thing I want to do is try to make sure you feel comfortable, with your self righteous ideas that others have to behave a certain way for you. Because you are so goddamn important.  If the sounds around me are all melted together into a loud buzzing noise, causing a fog to roll in over everything, and I cant hear anything you say to me, the last thing I am going to worry about is if my lack of response offends you. Because dammit Im in pain sometimes, I have to get away from the noise, the lights, the textures and smells that over whelm me. No, I wont grow up and deal just because you think I should.  Let’s see you handle one day in my shoes, then see if you can grow up and just shut it all off and be NORMAL.

Okay that turned into a rant, as my posts so often do. But I get heated when I think about these things.  Maybe this post is a bit more raw, real, and honest.  Maybe this post will help others understand just a little bit better. Maybe.  Or maybe I just sound like an asshole.

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Catching Up

Hey… it’s been a while. I keep saying that I will be posting more and life just KEEPS getting in the way. I don’t normally have anything to write about because Im always so exhausted by the time I get a chance to sit down. Both kiddos have been keeping me pretty occupied, so when I do get a moment I scroll through my news feed on Facebook and then go to bed. And of course whenever I am busy, working or something, that is when I get the brilliant friggin ideas and I try to make a mental note of it but when the time comes to write… poof… gone.  Either that or the idea just doesnt seem so brilliant anymore.  Im just not feelin’ it.  “Well, just write what you know…”  Yea, right now what I know is dirty diapers, Autism testing and parent teacher conferences… but mostly life revolves around Autism.  The boy has it and now my little three year old is undergoing the circus that is testing.  The loong drawn out process has me at my wits end.  Ive waited and waited, and it’s finally here, but it is just phase one.  Soon it goes to another apt and another..

So… what I know.  Other than what I mentioned above, I got a new phone.  It is a Samsung Galaxy S4 mini. Yea I know, Im so not cool since I dont have the latest version.  I love it though. I can actually get online.. versus my old phones have always been those prepaid straight talk crap phones, no touch screen or anything.  So at least Im moving up in that way. So the S4 is way cheaper.  I guess Im not really “ballin'” but oh well. I am doing well enough to be comfy as circumstances allow at the moment.  I may not be living large but I have a fucking cell phone that works!

What else, well my little miss is finally speaking more.  She seemed to be non verbal for a very long time, and even though she doesnt use complete sentences I can still (for the most part) understand her.  The other times she just kinda says words to be saying them. But hey, it’s progress.

I am doing my best to be healthy, eating more and moving around more.  I have lost some weight but not as much as I’d like to.  I can’t blame that on anything but myself.  I am not consistent in keeping track of what I eat. There are times when I say fuck it and eat a bunch of cookies or something.  Dammit, this girl loves her fucking cookies and cakes and shit.

There I go cussing again.  At first I was gonna try to not cuss a lot, but I wouldnt be true to myself.  I cuss in the real world, a lot, and it bleeds into my online journal.  Id call it writing but it’s more like rambling.

This past week I watched every episode of The Vampire Diaries. Well it took a few weeks actually.  Then I found Tank Girl and had to watch that.  Then I watched Knights of Badassdom several times in a row. Woot.  Party on.  My life is so exciting.

I tried to send my best friend some money for her birthday but my DL was expired so I couldnt, which kinda pissed me off. So now I have to go get another. Yea, such an inconvenience. But Ill get it done this week.  Id ask someone else to do it for me but apparently people have these things called jobs during bank hours.  Weird, right?  Who’da thunk it.

Well now Im all caught up on whats been going on with me lately. Now perhaps, since Ive started writing something I can actually get my brain going on something good to write about. We shall see.

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Sick For Days…

It is Sunday evening, close to the kiddos bed time.  The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy is on the television as my daughter frolics back and forth… she stops every now and then to watch, then resumes her play.  A cough escapes her every few minutes.  Poor thing.  She has been so sick the past week and half that I have not slept in my own bed due to my worry. Ive slept on the couch because it is closer to her room. Every night, after fighting with her to give her medicine (inhalers and such), I put her in bed and close the door. Once she would be asleep Id then open the door and remain on the couch so that I would wake as soon as she made any noise.  One good thing about falling asleep on the couch is that I get my background noise, which is what I was used to before moving here. I always had a tv in my room, let it play all night on low volume.  So Ive done that here, even though the couch is not very comfy, Ive at least countered that uncomfyness with the comfyness of the low mumbly sounds from the TV. Mostly its been Star Trek Deep Space Nine.  Sometimes about that show, the nostalgia, I guess.. I grew up watching those shows.  I switch between Deep Space Nine and Voyager… although when Voyager is on I tend to pay more attention so I dont go to sleep too easily.  I just love that show…

So from Saturday of last week, which makes this the 8th day, my little monster has been really sick.  It started with a fever and a very, very runny nose.  After three days, since the fever remained, I took her to a doc.  Her lungs were full of muckity muck, so she was prescribed two inhalers.  The tubey thing that comes with is supposed to help a child use an inhaler, but it only made things worse because it scared the crap out of her.  The only way I could get her to use it was by force. Id have to hold her down while she screamed, but at least she breathed the meds in -in between screams, that is.  What mattered was that she was getting her meds. After a few more days her fever still didn’t go away, if anything it kept getting higher, so we went to a doc again. This time she received antibiotics. Her lungs were clear but a new infection was in her ears and sinuses. That night the fever got a bit higher but the next day it was almost gone. A low grade fever and then the day after, which is today, she has not had a fever all day.  So that is awesome, and I dont have to be worried anymore.  She has to finish her antibiotics and keep using her inhalers though.

During all of this I never even considered the possibility that I might get sick in the process of taking care of my little miss monster butt.  I would keep her close, she’d sleep right next to me at times, and cough and spit right in my face.  So now I am sick but it is nowhere near as bad as hers was.  I think I will be just fine.

Im already feeling a bit better than I was when I started typing this out. And I am also running out of things to talk about. I keep having to get up from this comp, the kids keep needing something here and there. So, it may be abrupt, but I will end it here.

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Reflection, Blog Direction, & Autism

I have had this blog for a long time.  Mostly, I always used it as a venting place.  I’ve dealt with a lot of drama at certain periods in my life and took to the webs to air my grievances.  I’ve never made this blog anything other than that, just a bunch of random ‘whatever I wanted to post at the time’ nonsense.  Things change.  People change.  And over time, this blog has also changed.  I mean, I still don’t have any one set direction for this thing… but I do sometimes notice a running pattern as to what is mainly within the confines of the metaphorical walls of this place.  As usual, it depends on where I am, geographically and mentally.  For a while this was an angry blog.  And for another while I even tried to focus on opinions of current events… which didn’t last long really.  As of late, it has been mostly about Autism.  That has, after all, been the main focus in one way or another for the past nine years.  My son is diagnosed and as a result of learning about Autism through his struggles I have come to realize so much about myself.  I guess I should mention, for anyone who hasn’t read my last few posts, that I am not diagnosed or anything but I strongly suspect that I, too, am on the spectrum.  I also noticed, that as I meet more and more parents of children on the spectrum, that they too are often diagnosed or suspect something… Not always, of course, but it is something that I have noticed.

As of now, even though I do post about Autism, this isn’t an “Autism Blog” for the most part.  Mostly I just want it to be about every day things, like crap at work or crap at home, but trying to separate Autism from everything is impossible.  I was thinking that I felt like maybe I was talking about Autism too much, but really, when you live with it 24/7 why even think that way?  I was thinking that this would be something for me, just me, outside of that part of my life, just some place to bitch and vent about daily shit without talking about Autism.  But, now as I am becoming aware, I am very much likely on the spectrum myself and how does one separate the individual from Autism?  I’d have to say, that is impossible.  I wouldn’t say that the individual is only the Autism, but rather that the Autism is underlying in everything they do.  Kind of like the nerves in your body, you aren’t only your nerves, but you react to everything in a certain way depending on how those nerves react (physically speaking).  So I guess that is the only way I can describe it, or perhaps a foundation of a house, or let’s say the wiring of electrical stuff running throughout the walls… yea… it’s like that.  Very deep in the very middle foundation and running throughout, and without it, well, things just wouldn’t be the same.

I don’t plan for this blog to be only about Autism. But as things go, that is what I am dealing with now.  When it comes to my son, I feel like I don’t want to go into too much detail because I feel like his story isn’t mine to tell.  If ever I post about him here or on FB or anywhere, I ask first.  He cares very much about what I say when it comes to him, online or not.  And I am going to respect that.

At this point, Autism is at the heart of everything.  It is almost new, now that I am seeing myself in a different light. Even though I have been dealing with it for years now, and really my entire life if I indeed fall under the spectrum.  I posted not that long ago about trying to figure out if I want the diagnosis or not, I still don’t know. I have taken online tests that claim accuracy and if I were to only go by those then I should be going to a doctor.  I cant decide if it would be beneficial… I guess that remains to be seen.

I’ve thought about putting Autism somewhere in the tag line on this blog (trying it out)…  It is, after all, a main focus. The more I think about it, the more I see that it probably always will be.  As I said earlier, it is in everything I do.  I don’t get to separate it, every day I deal with difficulties… It is just so weird to have a name for these things now.  I guess that is the process though. When I first became aware of it, it was like I couldn’t get away from Autism, I felt smothered and helpless. And why the fuck am I having these issues when so many others don’t.  Every day, at work or shopping, I see people who easily maneuver throughout their day, socializing and just having a grand old time.  Things that are a nightmare for me seem to be fun and easy for others.  I am reconciling with the idea of it now, because I am facing the fact that nothing has really changed. It’s not like I woke up one day with Autism. It is that I realized one day that my problems, social and anxiety and others, have a name.  I went throughout my life without knowing that I belong to a category, or rather, a community of people.  Some really great people, I might add.  It felt like things had changed when I found the word for it.  And, as many know, change can be a bitch.  Especially for someone who doesn’t react well when things do change. I was smothered by said change, and had a really hard time wrapping my mind around it all, but now, as the dust settles, I realize the only change is my awareness of the fact that I am not alone in this.  I am not just some weirdo.  I am not any of the things that I was called growing up.  I am me, I am living with Autism, and I have been this whole time without even knowing it.

So now that I have finally “come to terms” with it… perhaps I will just post whatever the hell I want. Really, I am always trying to figure things out, where this is going, where that is going, etc.  And I know that I shouldn’t, but I do. Having been faced with my own self, having to figure my own shit out (which I haven’t fully, I doubt I ever will) has forced me to look at everything in its overwhelmingly amazing glory and chaos and had me at a loss for a long time. It’s been a crazy road of self reflection.  As introverted as I am, I am always doing the thinking and analyzing thing in my head… even though I seem like Im just sitting there with no real feelings or thoughts (I assume that is what I look like when I sit there with a blank stare lol).  This experience of learning about Autism has brought me to places that I never thought were possible, one including friendships (online friends are just as important).  I have joined several online autism groups, left a few and even manage one now with a lovely group of ladies that I have much in common with.  I have never had that inclusiveness, not really. Ive always been the odd one out, even if only just that I felt like it.  I have had friends growing up and been part of a group of people but always felt like I was alone too…  And I do have some real friendships offline, don’t get me wrong. But this is something different.  I feel as if, and probably for the first time, that I have found my place in things.  I am part of a community of people who know what it’s like.  And THAT is pretty damn awesome.

As much as I struggle, and as much as my kid struggles, we have our outlets and we have each other.  And I have my friends within the Autism community.

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Xmas prezzies, dress malfunction and good food.

Happy Holidays to you all!  If you are one of those that gets all upset about people saying that, consider that maybe it isn’t an attack on your Xmas… but a way to include everyone who celebrates the holidays at this time.  It isn’t always about you, duh! I have seen a ton of FB posts that say something about how it should be said Merry Christmas.. or CHRISTmas… or whatever. Gahd, how do you breath that thin air up there on your crazy high horse? Seriously, lighten the fuck up.

Now that I have thoroughly offended a few people, let me get on with it.  Even though I may be sounding like a complete B word, I really do hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday.  Mine was pretty damn good, actually. I was certainly surprised, in a good way, by how mine went.  Firstly,  I went to my brother’s house for some awesome food on the 24th.  That is how we do it here, we do the good food and open prezzies after dinner on the eve of good ol’ Xmas.  By here, I mean Iceland. For those who don’t know.  And then Im sure that on the 25th there is more tradition but we didnt do any of that, I got to have a day to chill and let the kiddos trash the apt even more than it already was with their shiny new toys.  But, on the 24th we opened presents.  My son received a pretty awesome little handheld game console powered by android, so it’s basically a tablet and controller rolled into one. And yea he got other stuff, toy gun, clothes, legos, but his passion is games and Youtube.. He says he wants to be a Youtuber when he grows up.  Yep.  My daughter got some amazing things too, a dollhouse, a Minnie Mouse themed riding toy, an a giant baby doll carriage… among other things.  Me, well… haha, I was amazingly pleasantly surprised when I opened my last gift.  A friggin laptop! On which I type this out at this very moment, on my very own personal computer.  And yes, it is in my lap.  Which I am not very comfortable, it should be on a table, I think the crampy feeling in my arms would be non existent if I actually sat correctly, but that is beside the point.

I am all over the place with this post.  I should have mentioned my dress malfunction before the presents, if I were to post it in order of how it all went.  At my brother’s house I realized the pants I was wearing (legging pant things) under my dress kept falling down.  Well, because… let’s face it, Im not skinny and they didnt exactly fit that well… I have a huge ass. I aint ashamed to admit I have a ton of junk in my trunk, and that makes pants an issue for me.  I usually have to go two sizes up just to fit that booty in them pants.  Anyway, because of that, my pants fell a few times, so I looked incredibly rude to be pulling them up under my dress… which, that damn dress, by the way, Ive had for years and so all the beads were starting to fall off.  Im amazed I didn’t leave a trail of black shiny beads in my wake.  Most were still intact, but in several spots on the sides I noticed a few had fallen. And then when I got home I heard that glittery sound of beads hitting the floor, a string had come loose.  Gotta love being so broke you can’t buy a new dress for the holidays, one that you assume you will never wear again… the dress I did wear I bought for a funeral a few years back and didnt think I would ever wear it…

So there I go, totally digressing, yet again.  The food. Ah.  Right.  It was fantastic.  My brother, his wife, and other brother did the cooking.  Good job guys, and gal.

My boy ate pretty good, I think… and my daughter refused to eat, that picky little thing.  She ate some chips and candy. Yea, the most important of the food groups of course.  We then opened presents, and my brother and his wifey got me a pretty awesome friggin ring. A tiny little silver band thing kinda like a bow design on it, but I love it.  I prefer plain jewelry, nothing crazy fancy.  I love silver, hate yellow gold… I HATE yellow gold, it is the ugliest shit I have ever seen and will never wear it. I don’t know why I dislike it so much, it is just plain fucking ugly to me.  Anyway, my point was that I got that ring and I love it.  The kids received their awesome toys there also, except the riding thing was opened at home.  Then after the dinner and presents we went home and opened the rest, that is when I opened the beauty upon which I type now.  Also my son opened his android powered beast of a handheld crazy.  And my dad opened his gift from me, drum roll… four coffee cups.  YES, I am a big spender.  Hey, he basically told me, whilst shopping for xmas decorations, that that is what he wanted. He pointed them out and everything.  I almost didn’t realize it was a *hint hint* moment.  When he said he liked them I thought well then why don’t you buy them… oh… right...

So yea, no asd meltdowns or sensory overload or anything like that… not from me or the kids.  I was a bit stressed and exhausted but nothing I couldn’t handle.  Receiving this laptop certainly made whatever ick I might have been feeling go away for the moment.  So I have spent the day putting anti virus software and setting up my profile and all that good shite on this comp. I am personalizing the shit out of this thing.

So that was my holiday. I spent yesterday, xmas day, just chilling and the kids were being crazy but I tuned them out. And now I have to force myself to get started on the post xmas clean up.  So far I have managed to do the dishes and throw away all the paper that was thrown all over.  Man, my apt looked like a tornado went through it. Seriously.  And every autism parent knows how bad it can get, it is nuts.  I hate cleaning… hate it… ugh…

Coffee time.

Also I realize that there is a metric shit ton of grammatical errors in this post.

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Autism Is Not Gender Specific – Our Society Is….

Have to share this one. I am one of those ‘weird’ women… lol

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The labeling of  Women who do not fit neatly within the confines of society, as being ‘nutty’, ‘weird’, ‘batty’, ‘anti-social’, ‘loners’, ‘reclusive introverts’ or ‘eccentric’, when they may indeed be experiencing undiagnosed Female Autism, creates the kind of life long harm that ensnares Undiagnosed Autistic Women forever, within the confines of an artificially imposed, yet personally experienced prison, of societies making.

It’s high time that  the name calling, isolation and double standards that lead to the abandonment and  misdiagnosis of Women with undiagnosed Autism stopped.

It should no longer be considered acceptable for our society to be encouraged to acknowledge only those presentations of  Autism that fit within the confines of Male Autism.

Autism is not a Male only condition.

Yet still today, if a male exhibits peculiar behaviors, or behaviors that are viewed as being out of the norm for males, they are automatically considered for an assessment…

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